Ok, so what about me?
More to the point: What do you care to know about me that I care for you to know?
I’ve lived a lot of years (or so it seems to me), many of them, most of them, uncomfortably–that’s the core of what I’m trying to change. I don’t want to live the rest of my years–a whole lot more than I’ve lived already, I hope–without at least trying to change positions.
I love to talk about these things because it’s usually when I’m hearing myself talk that I understand myself best.
I hear myself best when I’m writing.
I’m a single female trying to accept the things I cannot change and change the things I can.
I’m a rescue mom. To animals, not people, yet.
I have been diagnosed with *several* mental disorders. Only a few are right.